When the gavel falls
it's a long road home,
for those who feel the
wrath. Led away in chains,
to spend some time where
few willingly go.

Thinking of the past,
planning for the future,
helps to pass the time.

Not to waste, those
precious years, that
can never be recovered.

If anything, recover
yourself, become a new
person. Rebirth hurts,
most times it wont be
easy, but nothing needs
to be repeated unless
one wants to do it.

Again.

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